Yearly Archives: 2016

So here we are, in the very place that inspired Paul Simon to write one of his greatest songs; apparently he was here 45 or so years ago, a Saturday night watching it all kick off as two rival factions were disputing ownership of this strategic point with access to the Parrett rivet. Got a

yeah baby, we’re back in the saddle again … casting all to one side as we bestride the trails like colossi, blades and stalks quivering in our wake; our images a blur to astonished bovine, ovine, equine and porcine eyes. Climb every mountain … follow every byway … indeed. Becca did at one point unleash

Well we’ve made it to Somerset and here’s the proof. No room in the Watren Farm Inn so were safely snuggly tucked in in Simonsbath (get your map of Exmoor, look for the middlest of nowhere and there be us there be). we need to give you the walking wounded report. First, Becca: BBS2 has

Ali G has left the house, no longer givin’ it massive on the coastal path (I learnt my getto jive on a breakdancing course). He is now, presumably, re-arranging his sock drawer for the spring season with the right combinations of pastel shades. Thanks for being part of LEJOG Alastair, and especially for giving it

well, the forecast wasn’t wrong … Started off raining, continued raining and ended raining. Wanna see two bedraggled peeps? Massive day Version 2 is history, either we’ve broken the back of it or vice verse. In terms of milestones we’ve now knocked off 10% of the miles. You know, 10%, that figure that in the

our guide book makes it clear that there are 3 consecutive tough days  – The Massive Days. Today was Day 1 of The Massive Three. Reasons being length (19 miles) and uppy-downy-ness (there is one 8 mile stretch between Port Isaac and Tintagel that is 5 hours as a benchmark. Sooooo, we fortified ourselves on